I was sad. I was at the store. They had flowers. Then I had flowers:

When I returned from the parental abode, I brought some cuttings from my mom's Plant That Ate the Living Room. So far, they don't seem to be going too crazy:

When my ex and I bought our house, my friends Fluffy & D gave us this plant as a housewarming gift. It seemed only fitting that I reacquire it after the divorce (and after living with them during the separation). It is very healthy and a little over-bushy:

These three live on my desk. I like to think that the oxygen that comes from them counteracts the carcinogens in all the Coke that I drink while I use the computer:
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